Sitting in the alley behind work. The Pee Alley, as I call it. It either smells like delicious Korean BBQ or urine, depending on the weather/humidity. This used to be where I smoked before work. You know... after having a cig before I got on the subway. And before I go inside, drop off my bag, hit the breakers, and return outside to smoke again while I wait.

Those insertions are insidious. The minute you find time to smoke a cigarette it has the potential to be inserted into your habitual routine...